guavejuice | Oh No, You Didn't! – AU series Part 7/10

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Pairing: Brian/Justin
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Part 7

Brian's POV

"Mr. Kinney?" a young, male voice inquires on the other end of the line.

"Yes," I answer, even though I don't have a fucking clue who the caller is.

"You probably don't even remember me, but… I'm the.. I'm Justin, the guy you fucked on New Year's Eve at the hotel in Chelsea in New York City, " the guy hesitantly admits.

Oh, so he's the bastard who took that picture. FUCK, he's probably back to try and blackmail me or some shit. I guess Mikey was right after all. I'd better start being more careful where I stick my dick. On second thought, I don't have anything to worry about. I could tell Ryder I found the trick who set me up. Yeah, Ryder's legal advisors would sue the hell out of the motherfucker and I'll be done with it. Only I'm not sure it's worth it, though, not because I feel sorry for that low-life trick, but because I would probably have to testify and maybe even apologize for my 'lifestyle' and that's something I would never do. Fuck them.

"Mr. Kinney? Are you there?" the voice presses, bringing me back to the moment at hand.

"Yeah," I growl in irritation. "I remember you." How could I not? The boy was a pro. No, on second thought he didn't act like a pro. He acted more like it wasn't just another 'gig' for him, like I wasn't just another client for him. I only ever fuck tricks and hustlers, so I wouldn't know how it feels to fuck someone you really care about, but I can only assume that's what it feels like. Anyway, I can't be bothered to think about it now because this little trick must have something entirely different on his mind.

"Good." He sounds somewhat relieved and maybe just a bit smug. "There's something I need to tell you," he continues. "Is there somewhere we could meet?" There, I knew it. The little fucker is out to get me.

"Sure," I tell him, my innate curiosity winning out over my caution. "Meet me at the corner of Fuller and Tremont," I instruct him, not thinking about it being a long-distance call. I'm almost about to tell him about my new fucking, nine-inch dildo and how I would open his tight little hole with it before I fucked his brains out, too, but then I hear him unexpectedly chuckle.

"The corner of Fuller and Tremont? Wait, that's in fucking Pittsburgh!" He says with surprise.

"Sure is," I answer with a frown as I realize what I had done. "But how did you know that?"

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Justin's POV

The corner of Fuller and Tremont? Did I hear him right?

"Well, I'M from fucking Pittsburgh myself; at least I used to be," I explain to him, realizing I was breaking like a hundred and one of my rules by revealing that. Never tell a client where you're from, especially when you ran away from your waspish home in the suburbs when you were seventeen because your father threw you out when he found out you were a queer.

The guy at the other end of the line suddenly lets out an almost inaudible sigh.

Okay, this conversation is obviously moving in the wrong direction.

"So… where are you now?" he asks.

Fuck, next thing he'll be asking me what am I wearing, I couldn’t help thinking with a smirk.

"I'm in New York City," I inform him against my better judgment.

"I guess I can make the short trip there," he says then as if I had told him I lived across the street.

"I don't think you're going to be happy to hear what I have to say once you get here," I tell him truthfully, but I can't ignore the twitch in my cock at the prospect of seeing him again.

"I'll be the judge of that," I hear him say in a deep, no-nonsense voice. Ohhh… bossy. I decide that I like that.

TBC…